Waiting on– inside the freckled white skin I hold
where every day somehow you show up
no park bench in the city or special physical spot
…
Doing the dishes with rubber gloves
Nails can’t get ruined she said
Bluesky rubber gloves
…
Still waiting– inside my own freckled thoughts
Mute/paused the streets I’m used to walking
no park bench in the city nor any physical spot
…
Doing the dishes with rubber gloves
Navy blue nails to keep sanity I’m sure
Bluesky rubber gloves
…
Waiting on– inside the skin of my own thoughts
where you might possibly show up
nowhere in the city nor special physical spot
